A beginning without end.
We cannot retrace our steps,
suspended in animation without a harness
until one of us bends.
The parachute of dreams we released is
nowhere to be seen.
Clouds of questions remain.
They pass as we gasp for air,
suffocating under the weight of
unspoken words.
A beginning with no end.
Yet the hands of the clock keep moving.
The world is still turning, and we
are neither here nor there.
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